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GRACE

The trip back to Nash’s garage is a blur. A hypnotic haze of tingling sensation, my entire body flush with excitement.

One minute I’m lying in the back seat of his truck, floating in a blissful cloud of orgasmic bliss, and the next I’m being carried into his apartment like I’m something delicate and precious. Like I belong to him.

And I do.

God help me, I know it now. I’m his.

His apartment smells like him–oil and iron, grease and steel, and the sweat of a hard-worked day. It’s dark as he carries me in and sets me down on his bed. I hear the sound of a chain being pulled, and a lamp lights up beside me, illuminating his severely handsome face.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you, princess?” he whispers, his eyes devouring every inch of me. He looks hungry, like he’s starving and I’m the only meal he’ll eat.

I shake my head. “I–I don’t know…”

I can’t think. I can barely breathe. All I know is I want him.

I want him now .

Nash tugs my shorts off and tosses them aside. He spreads my legs wide and kneels between them like he’s staking claim to his territory.

He’s so big . From this angle, with this lighting, he’s even broader and rougher. I notice a small scar near his jaw–maybe from a fight? I don’t know.

What I do know is that when he looks at me, it’s like I’m the only thing on earth that matters.

“You look so pristine in my grungy apartment,” he says, wrapping his hand around my throat–not hard but just enough to let me know he owns me. “So innocent and open for me.”

My mind’s still fuzzy from how he pleasured me with his mouth, but his words cause me to squirm on the bed beneath him. My thighs squeeze together involuntarily, but he forces them apart again.

“No, princess. No hiding from me.”

I nod as a smile twists over my lips. He leans down and gently flicks his tongue against my neck. “Are you ready for me to make you mine?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

I wasn’t even ready to admit it, but the word slipped out, as if my body knew what I wanted to say before my brain did. But as I speak, I realize I’m done pretending. Done being afraid of wanting this man I just met.

Nash.

I want every bit of him: his mouth, his tongue, his hands, his… everything .

He grins down at me like a man who’s won something he never though he’d deserve. Then he yanks my panties down, leaving me fully exposed.

“Fuck. Still so wet for me.”

His mouth moves straight to my center, and I have to grab hold of the edge of the bed with both hands as his lips close around my button, still sensitive from what he did to me moments ago. His tongue circles and swirls over my most tender of places like he was born to do this.

“Nash…” I manage to somehow moan as he causes my insides to spark with an electric thrill. My head falls back, and I can’t stop my hips from grinding themselves against his strong jaw and soft tongue.

He growls, sending a vibration straight through my clit and into my core. That’s it. It’s already happening. Again .

“Nash!” I cry out as my orgasm rears its head.

“You can scream here, princess,” he says. “You’re safe here. Let it out.”

I’m right there , and he doesn’t stop.

I come again.

Even harder than the first time. My legs shake and my voice cracks as I cry out his name. But he doesn’t let up–doesn’t stop devouring me. Even as my hips buck and my back arches off the bed, he circles his tongue mercilessly around my clit, like he’s punishing me with an overload of pleasure.

Somehow, he knows. I want more.

He slips two fingers inside me and curls them inward, amplifying my orgasm, driving all breath from my lungs. I’m shaking and whimpering and couldn’t scream even if I wanted to.

This man is a god. An Adonis. An absolute master, and I’m nothing but a piece of wet clay to be molded by his strong hands into whatever he needs me to be.

And still, I want more.

He sits up and strips out of his shirt, revealing his wondrous physique, shimmering with sweat and strapped with muscles.

I’ve never seen a real man’s body before, but this is what perfection looks like.

His chest is broad and lightly dusted with hair, and a deep V leads down a row of ripped abs to a waistband that’s stretched tight over his massive bulge.

He drags a thumb over my bottom lip, and I open my mouth. Then he slides the two fingers that were just inside me onto my tongue.

“Taste yourself, princess.”

My heart quivers, but obediently, I suck. I feel so naughty. So dirty. Being plunged into this world of sexual awakening and being led there by the sexiest man alive.

His eyes narrow with purpose as he unbuttons his jeans. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to stretch open that little virgin pussy, and when I’m done with you, there won’t be a single inch of your body that doesn’t belong to me.”

I’m beyond turned on. I exist in a realm of pure lust and desire and somehow manage to nod back up at him. “Yes, please…”

“Nervous?” he asks.

Yes.

But I shake my head. “No. Just…”

“Curious?”

I nod.

His lips twist into a naughty grin, and he tugs his pants down, letting them fall.

I gasp.

“How is that supposed to fit inside me?” The words slip from my lips before I can even think.

I stare down at his manhood, strong and stiff and so thick . I’ve never seen one before, but that doesn’t matter. It’s obvious that Nash is enormous–beyond enormous.

He’s still smirking as he leans closer between my legs and drags the swollen crown of his cock through my soaked folds–not pushing in, just teasing me. The feeling nearly overwhelms me.

“It will fit, princess,” he whispers. “And I’ll be just gentle enough, but you’re gonna feel it.”

I suck in a deep breath and look down between my thighs as he pushes the tip inside.

The sensation rocks me like I’ve been hit with a sledgehammer. The nerve endings that are already tingling across my body light up like I’ve been struck by lightning. And he isn’t even a fraction of the way inside of me yet. There’s pretty much the entire thing left to go.

“Still good, princess?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“More?”

My eyelids flutter, and I reach out and take hold of his massive arms. “Yes, please.”

He grins, and I watch his chest expand with a deep breath. But before he can move again–

BANG!

The downstairs door slams open.

We both freeze.

“Yo, Nash! You here?” a male voice calls out. “Gotta talk to you!”

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Male footsteps approach, and I quickly roll back and snatch the bedsheets over my body as Nash whirls toward the door, anger raging in his eyes.

“Don’t come in!” he roars.

The footsteps stop, but there’s muttering going on down there. Something is up. “We gotta talk to you, man! It’s important!”

“ Not now!” Nash bellows back, his voice filled with fire. “Gimme a second. Wait outside!”

There’s a pause, then the door opens and closes again.

We sit in silence, my heart racing. I’ve just been pulled to the edge of an experience I’ve never had before, and now that experience has just been turned into an enormous tease.

Nash turns back to me, still rock hard, breathing heavily.

“I’m so sorry,” he snarls. “If anybody interrupts us again, I’ll burn this whole damn town to the ground.”

I giggle, but he just blinks back at me.

“You think I’m joking?”

I shrug. “A little.”

He leans over me, his massive arms framing me like two marble pillars on either side. “You think it’s funny that I’m cockblocked trying to claim you?”

I shake my head, blushing. I’m not used to this kind of praise and attention. “No…”

He leans in closer, grips my jaw with a rough hand, and kisses me with so much passion I nearly pass out.

“Good. I have to go right now, Grace,” he tells me, clearly furious. “Whatever my guys want, it’s important enough that they drove over here. And I have a feeling…I have a feeling I know what it’s about.”

A look comes over his face–a look like something has just sucked some of the vigor from his soul, leaving him deflated and lost.

“Nash, are you–?”

“The next time I see you,” he says quickly, “ every last inch of this body will be mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper, buzzing with anticipation, trying to come to grips with the fact that I won’t be losing my virginity like I thought I was.

We kiss, and his lips are slow and possessive, as if promising everything he didn’t get to do to me tonight. And when he pulls back, I see his eyes burning.

“Next time,” he swears. “There will be no stopping. Next time, you’re mine.”